A prince came under his red coat on his white horse to leave like a ghost.
Little girls grow up with a mind full of fantasies. An idea of love - distorted with all the fallacies of cartoons and romance in movies. It all started with a simple glance and a different kind of heartbeat. Oh did I just fall in love? Or did I just meet my forever prince? Emotions like I've never felt before, rushed through my body to blur my perception.
Life was not colourful anymore. It was red, and a red that could turn out to be love and gold.
You are fed a few lies disguised as trumpets to please the eardrum. A rush of adrenaline, enough to make your heart skip once or twice. Am I that special, to make a man's heart swing or am I living in a dream where am the director - Using my flair to create scenarios and scripts that only lie in a fake reality?
My boundaries kept me grounded. It's a voice that compels me not to rush towards a relationship where my bones will crack. My boundaries murmur: " slow down, you have nothing to lose. If your prince is THE prince, he will wait and treat you right "
I thank those boundaries that kept me safe and guarded. So, when Mr Prince turned into a ghost, I stood still in pain but with all my remains whole.
Calls at night were a daily thing. Slow texts crept after a while and silence rang the bell for the end.
Who is ever prepared for the day when the absence of long conversations leaves room for a ghost inside? Nobody!
There's nothing wrong with you. The silence that echoes deep inside, isn't a measure of your worth. That silence is your gift. A new beginning which will bring you closer to your being. Closer to your home.
I thought eyes couldn't lie, but I guess we can all be deceived by what lies behind- Like those little sparkles twinkling in your eyes meant nothing. Nothing at all but for me it meant EVERYTHING.
That ghost I encountered on my path was a dead hope.